[closed] 🧙 yes hello, your wizard is here

[galdorleod]

Who: Howl and Others (planned threads)
When: Mid to Late Juril
Where: Aefenglom; Dorchacht for Wondrous Things quest
What: Howl's social circle continues to grow in his first month after arrival. Also, overflow from the intro log.
Warnings: none anticipated.

Prompts in comments!

Comments

[sparkofgoodness]

Nnnngh.

[ Crowley couldn't guess. Could just be lying, or they could be... different? Then again, a different version of heaven implies so many things that it gives Crowley a headache just to consider it. ]

Don't just evaporate, anyway. Can discorporate, though.

[ Very different! ]

[galdorleod]

Dis... "Discorporate"?

[ He's pretty sure Calcifer can't do that. Or, considering Calcifer's in the contractual possession of his's literal, living heart, he'd die if he ever did.

Plus - is Crowley saying what he thinks he's saying? ]

Are you telling me you can't die? [ Now it's his turn to look perplexed. His Welsh-accented voice rises to a different key as his sing-song questions continue. ] What would you ever need to make a contract for with a human, then? And why ever stay in the heavens to begin with?

[sparkofgoodness]

[ Crowley makes a vague, strangled noise in the back of his throat at the rush of questions. ]

It's... complicated, really. More of a... difference of opinions than anything. Didn't... exactly plan to leave, just sort of... happened, really.

[ A rambling sort of non-answer in truth but... maybe that's... good enough?

It probably isn't, but worth a try. ]

[galdorleod]

[ It most definitely isn't good enough. Not only is all of this feeling very one-sided in terms of Howl doing all the sharing, but now he's been filled with curiosity about this other, new type of demon!

Howl quickly reaches into the flowering plant and grabs a branch, careful not to touch any of the leaves or flowers, to bend it down at Crowley. Its collection of puffy blooms thwacks him ever so softly and gently in the face. Show and tell! Someone's going to share, whether it's him or the flowers. ]

[sparkofgoodness]

[ Now this is cheating.

Crowley had been quite sure he'd come to a truce with this plant, after the various threats and all. They'd been quiet for at least two minutes! Now this Howl fellow is using it as a weapon! Which really isn't on at all. Abusive toward the plants and to him! ]

Hey, hey, hey --

[ He flails out to pull fluffy blooms off the plant, interrupting them as they excitedly begin to talk.

He fell! He fell, with Lucifer, he fell into-- ]

Look, yes, fine, we all had a disagreement alright? Thought we were just going to bring up some general complaints, you know, working conditions -- next thing I know, that's it!

[galdorleod]

[ Howl keeps his arm submerged within the bush, pushing the branch at Crowley, continuing to threaten him with the chatty flowers even as he tries to squash them silent. ]

You didn't want to leave?

[ Howl frowns. Assuming he understood correctly, that's quite different from the demons he knows. It strikes him as particularly, uniquely sad. ]

And what about the rest, then? Who's Lucifer? What's this discorporate buzz?

[sparkofgoodness]

You don't know who Lucifer is?!

[ Alright, no, enough of this. Crowley ducks out of the way, and darts several paces back -- expression turning wary, body tense like a cornered animal. Luficer, the plants repeat excitedly as he moves, Satan, the Adversary! ]

Alright, contract boy, if you're going to keep beating me with plants the least you could do is buy me a drink first.

[ This is invasive! Invasive and weird! ]

[galdorleod]

[ Howl's eyebrows rise as Crowley recoils away with such sudden defensiveness. Up until, the demon's answers had come off to Howl as fairly calm, sometimes bordering on bored. He'd wanted him to speak up, but he hadn't meant to upset him.

Howl carefully places his hand in his lap again, surrendering the flowers as a potential interrogation weapon. Instead, he turns his face away and closes his eyes. He looks vaguely vindicated, but also a little sorry. ]

Fine. But - these flowers do flatter themselves with comparisons to Calcifer. Stop laughing at me for my contract.

[sparkofgoodness]

Wasn't laughing.

[ Wait, hang on, he definitely did laugh. Correction! ]

Alright fine, yes, I did previously laugh but -- look. If you knew the demons I knew, you'd laugh too. Wouldn't want to agree to anything with them.

[ And all this flattery nonsense, well. The idea of anyone considering a comparison to Hastur flattering is extremely laughable. ]